Instigating the little dragon to fly to a lower place, Chengyi turned over and landed on the ground. He inserted the spear in his hand and nailed Yanjun's body to the ground. He said calmly: "The fifth-level powerhouse is too strong. If Yanjun hadn't been too careless and contemptuous, we wouldn't have been able to do it."
No chance."
Sirius took a deep breath, nodded and said: "A huge gap in realm is not so easy to bridge. Fortunately, we have the realm of life and death, otherwise there would be no chance of winning."
"So what if he's strong? He doesn't die in our hands. If we do it again, we can kill him again!" Wu Zhanhun fell from the sky, covered in blood, and sat directly next to Yanjun's body, breathing heavily.
airway.
Tianlang and Chengyi looked at each other and smiled, nodding at the same time. Yes, Yan Jun is a fifth-level strongman. There is no doubt about his strength, but he finally fell in front of him. They relied on their own strength to defeat a fifth-level warrior.
No matter what the process is, this is an impressive achievement in itself, and it is enough to be proud of!
At this moment, Yan Jun suddenly trembled, and a flame inscription lit up on his forehead. The light flashed out from Yan Jun's forehead, threw it into the distance, and disappeared from the sight of the four people in the blink of an eye.
Watching the runes disappear in the distance, Tianlang showed a look of surprise, while Wu Zhanhun's eyes flickered and said: "There are four ancestral talismans in the rune clan: water, fire, wind and thunder. The inheritance of each ancestral talisman is enough to create a fifth-level strong man."
, even in the most declining era, there are at least four fifth-level powerhouses standing in charge, and the Fu clan’s inheritance is almost immortal.”
Chengyi nodded lightly and frowned: "Although Yan Jun was killed, the brand of the ancestral talisman will not be cut off. It won't be long before other tribesmen will inherit the ancestral talisman and become the new masters of the fire talisman."
Having said this, Chengyi suddenly frowned, but said nothing, while Hei Lie handed the black iron rod to Wu Zhanhun with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:
"If an elder is killed by us, the Fu clan will definitely not give up. Will they send other masters to hunt us down? One Yanjun is so powerful. If it were replaced by other strong men, how would we have any chance of winning?"
Tianlang and Chengyi nodded slowly, with the same solemn expressions. Although they did not say it out loud, they were thinking about this problem in their hearts. Since the Fu Clan could send a fifth-level strongman, it meant that they were in trouble.
Moreover, even though Yan Jun is the weakest fifth-level strongman in the Fu Clan, his status in the Fu Clan is equally extraordinary. He was killed here by himself like this. The Fu Clan cannot tolerate it and sends other fifth-level strong men to chase him.
It is extremely possible. By then, the situation of myself and others will be really dangerous.
But even so, Tianlang was not overly worried, his eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "It doesn't matter, if the Fu Clan really wants to send out fifth-level strong men to hunt us down, then temporarily avoid Western Xinjiang, go to Zhongzhou, and follow me
If we go to the Wildfire Wasteland, they can't do anything to us."
"Don't worry so much." Wu Zhanhun waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, the fifth-level strong men of the Fu clan also have responsibilities and cannot be used casually. Moreover, we killed Yan Jun to warn them enough.
, they will not send other fifth-level powerhouses to hunt us down."
"You are not from the Fu Clan. How can you know what the Fu Clan thinks? What if someone is really chasing you?" Hei Lie asked in shock and confusion.
"When I say no, I mean no. When did I miss what I said? You still don't believe me?"
"Some of the things you said were reliable, but this one is even more outrageous. I..."
"Old Hei, I remember, you swallowed a fourth-level magic core from me last time, isn't it time to pay it back?"
"Is there such a thing? Why don't I remember it? The moon is so dazzling today."
"..."
Chengyi took a deep look at Wu Zhanhun, raised the corner of his mouth and said nothing, while Tianlang's eyes flashed when he saw Wu Zhanhun's nonchalant expression.
By now, he was certain that there was definitely a close relationship between Wu Zhanhun and Liu Ye!
After all, the Fu Clan is a big clan in Western Xinjiang. They must have seen that black iron rod back then, which allowed the Fu Clan to send out a fifth-level strongman to fight for it. Even if the stick is fake, even if he kills Tianlang, he won't believe it.
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What's more, a fifth-level strongman from the Fu Clan died, but Wu Zhanhun was so sure that the Fu Clan would not continue to send people to hunt him down. He said that everyone has their own responsibilities and it was just an excuse to inconvenience the clones. Obviously, the Fu Clan could not do it because of these
Reason to give up the pursuit.
Then, there can only be one reason why Wu Zhanhun is so sure, and that is that he has a powerful backstage behind him, which is powerful enough to intimidate the Fu clan.
Obviously, this background is undoubtedly Liu Ye!
Moreover, Wu Zhanhun must also understand that Tianlang and others have already guessed the relationship between him and Liu Ye, but they still do not make it clear. There must be a reason. Therefore, although Tianlang and others tacitly understand it, they are very confident.
Those who have a tacit understanding will not break it.
With Liu Ye as a deterrent behind him, it was clear that he no longer had to worry about being chased by the Fu Clan. Tian Lang felt relieved, but other thoughts began to come to his mind. He looked up to the horizon and said calmly:
"I have been in Western Xinjiang for more than a year, and it's time to go back. Do you want to follow me to Zhongzhou? When we come back, it will be the day when the Riding Temple will be destroyed."
Wu Zhanhun's eyes lit up, he clenched his fists tightly and said, "I'll go with you. I've grown up so big, but I've never been out of Western Xinjiang. I've long wanted to go out and gain a lot of experience."
Tian Lang glanced at Xunwu Zhanhun, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's time for you to go out, go to Zhongzhou for a walk, and let the monks in Zhongzhou learn a lot."
"Hey, what do you mean? What do you mean by letting the monks in Zhongzhou gain experience? It seems that I will cause trouble!"
"You heard me wrong." Tianlang smiled and turned to Chengyi: "Chengyi, what about you? Do you want to come with me?"
Chengyi smiled slightly, shook his head slowly, glanced down at the ground, and said calmly: "No, I won't go to Zhongzhou with you. It's not that simple to attack the Cavalry Temple. The other surrounding forces need to be taken care of.
Moreover, there are still some junior brothers in the Riding Temple, and they may not be willing to advance or retreat with Zuo Lengpan and the others. I am going to the Riding Temple to pick them out."
Tian Lang's eyes flashed, and then he remembered that many disciples in the Riding Temple were very supportive of Chengyi. Although he wanted to attack the Riding Temple, Chengyi was definitely not willing to fight with those junior disciples.
Although those disciples were small in number and did not have much fighting power, they were willing to follow Chengyi. In the future, they might be the core foundation for Chengyi to rebuild the Riding Temple. It was indeed necessary to separate them from the Riding Temple.
Tianlang looked at Chengyi and nodded: "You are right. After we leave, everything in Xijiang will be left to you. You must be careful!"
"Don't worry, I know what to do." Chengyi smiled and said: "On your side, if you mobilize an entire sect to move across regions, you will definitely encounter a lot of problems, so you need to worry about it."
"It's nothing complicated. We just need to make some preparations. We will definitely return within two months." Tianlang raised his lips lightly, turned to Hei Lie, and said: "Hei Lie, Chengyi can't go back with us, then you can follow me to Zhongzhou.
Give it a try."
"Me? Why? I still want to go to the Riding Temple with my senior brothers to summon them." Hei Lie was stunned and couldn't help but said.
"You have to follow me." Tianlang clenched his right fist and said: "The Tuluo Sect wants to deal with the Riding Temple. It is not as simple as imagined. You need to know yourself and the enemy. You have to tell me everything about the Riding Temple. Then I can
Be well prepared.”
"I see. Well, I'll go to Zhongzhou with you." Hei Lie showed a clear look on his face and agreed happily.
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Just when a few people were planning how to return to Zhongzhou, when to return to Western Xinjiang, and how to deal with the Cavalry Temple, there was a huge valley tens of millions of miles away.
Four thick stone pillars, blue, red, green and purple, rise from the ground in the center of the flat valley. The pillars are nine feet high. The pillars are engraved with four patterns: water patterns, fire marks, wind marks and thunder marks, emitting a powerful
There is a desolate and heavy atmosphere, which is full of solemnity.
At the top of the four pillars, a natural and majestic pagoda hall stands majestically based on the four pillars. The four colors on the hall are rendered, but there is no sense of confusion. Instead, they blend with each other and have an indescribable harmonious charm.
There are two rows of candles burning in the pagoda hall, illuminating the entire hall brightly. In the center of the pagoda hall is an ancient circular array, one foot in diameter, with complex rune imprints engraved on it.
Arranged neatly according to inexplicable rules.
In the center of the array is an extremely complex rune imprint, and on the four sides of the array, there are four illusory light pillars rising up, about half a foot high, blue, red, green, and purple, emitting waves of unique fluctuations.
In the innermost part of the hall, a hale and hearty old man with gray hair was sitting quietly in the valley with his eyes closed and his breathing even.
The entire hall was solemn, without any noise. Amidst the swaying and dancing of the two rows of candlelight, time flowed quietly like water.
I don't know how much time passed, but at the edge of the central array, the red light pillar suddenly flashed and became fierce.
And as the light beam flashed, a fiery red rune flashed out like a burning flame. There were tiny flames around the rune that flickered and rose, floating and sinking in the light beam, slowly rotating, emitting bursts of crystal light.
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The moment the rune appeared, the old man who was sitting quietly was shaken all over. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the suddenly appearing flame rune, his face gradually darkened:
"Yan Jun is actually dead! What does he do for a living? He can't even take care of a few fourth-level juniors. What a waste!"
With a cold snort, the old man was about to stand up, but at this moment, the old man's expression suddenly changed, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked outside the tower hall.
At the end of his sight, a bit of golden light whizzed towards him, and in a blink of an eye he was approaching, directly breaking into the four-color pagoda hall of the Talisman Clan's holy land. It suddenly solidified in front of the old man's eyes and turned into a piece of golden light paper.
The light on the gold paper was brilliant, and in the center of the paper, there was a big and powerful word "Martial". The heavy and concentrated aura of vicissitudes of life hit his face, and the old man's face suddenly changed, showing shock.
The next moment, the golden paper shone brightly, shattered in front of the old man, turned into countless golden lights, and disappeared in an instant.
However, the old man's expression did not ease at all because of the disappearance of the gold paper. He was still solemn, his eyes flickering, looking far into the sky, clenching his fists: